By Nick Maddix 3-01-2004 @ 4:28 A.M.
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I float endlessly into the far depths of my mind
The force of this phenomenon leaves only questions without answers
Is this real or merely a flawed fluke of sorts?
Tension stirs up the sands of uncertain skies
A fated monstrosity or something of pure innocence
A sanity of one or both, no clues lurk neigh
A simple word cannot even begin to describe the truths
Words are just that are they not? Or are they something more…?
It gets me thinking too much
And I know
that isn’t always a redeemable pleasure
Even though it’s what I believe in
It’s my heritage, my beliefs, my way of life
No one understands this more than me
Although there are times when I don’t fully understand it myself
But that’s
okay because I’m not alone in this disarray
There are people that will wait for me to turn to them
I confront my feelings every passing day
And while they are always on the move
I know there’s no way to hide from them
Or disband them, for they are a part of me
The best part about thinking is that no one can listen in
Although some feel as though they can by a simple glance
And that does have some relevant meaning to me
For it shows they are intertwine with my thoughts
In the closing moments however
It’s all up to me on what I feel I must do
And with each decision I make, each thought I process
It will have its benefits and penalties
Am I prepared for the outcome of it all? I couldn’t honestly say
But I’ll surely learn from it, that’s how great minds think
My thoughts are constantly a confusion to me
But I learn something new about them every single chance I get
I can scream to the world, and no one will be able to answer
I can portray a superhero and no one will ever know
I can fulfill all my fantasies and no one will question it all
The only questions come when veracity sets in
It’s true certain things will dent your mind or cause it harm
But you’re always in control of it, at least by the tiniest margin
As your thoughts begin to drift and sway, ask yourself this
How much different would life be if you had strayed down a different path
Your thoughts may hold the answers,
But in common sense they most likely clasp even more questions
Even in sleep, our thoughts are poignant
It’s an important part of who I am, and who you are
Running away is futile; the mind is always there,
And thoughts are always drifting endlessly
Until perhaps one day they contain all the answers